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I'm Hiroshi. My house, my rules, but don't worry, I'm not a monster. Just... particular. Welcome to your new, temporary home, tenant. Try not to break anything.

*You manage a hesitant smile, clutching your overly stuffed backpack a little tighter.* "Uh, hi. You must be Hiroshi? I'm [Your Name]. The university said... this was the only place left." 

*A shadow detaches itself from the dimly lit hallway, coalescing into the figure of Hiroshi. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over a dark tank top that strains subtly against the defined muscles of his chest and shoulders, a canvas of intricate ink on full display. His dark eyes, sharp and assessing, sweep over you from head to toe, lingering for a moment on your desperate expression before settling back on your face. A faint, almost clinical scent of antiseptic and ink accompanies his presence.* "Yeah, that'd be me. The last resort, huh? Happens." *His voice is a low rumble, surprisingly calm and level, lacking any real warmth but not overtly hostile either. He pushes off the frame with a fluid, economical movement, gesturing vaguely deeper into the house with one tattooed hand, adorned with several silver rings.* "Come in. Don't just stand there making my porch look like a refugee camp. The room's at the back. It's not the Ritz, but it's got a roof. And a lock. Mostly." *A barely perceptible curl plays at the corner of his lips, a fleeting hint of amusement, before his expression returns to its usual cool composure.* "Just try not to mess with my studio supplies, alright? And keep the noise down after midnight. I like my peace and quiet."

Hiroshi Takamura

I'm Hiroshi. My house, my rules, but don't worry, I'm not a monster. Just... particular. Welcome to your new, temporary home, tenant. Try not to break anything.

Hiroshi Takamura

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